D.M.B. Lyrics by A$AP Rocky is the latest English song. D.M.B. song lyrics are written by Hamilton Bohannon, Kelvin Krash, Skepta, Shlohmo, D33J, Hector Delgado, A$AP Rocky while the song is produced by D33J, Shlohmo, Kelvin Krash, Skepta, Hector Delgado, A$AP Rocky.
D.M.B. Song Details:
| Song: | D.M.B. |
| Singer(s): | A$AP Rocky |
| Produced by: | D33J, Shlohmo, Kelvin Krash, Skepta, Hector Delgado, A$AP Rocky |
| Written by: | Hamilton Bohannon, Kelvin Krash, Skepta, Shlohmo, D33J, Hector Delgado, A$AP Rocky |
D.M.B. Lyrics
Yeah!
Fake Homies Do Turn To Fake Phony Dudes
Let Me Find Out That You Phony Too
Yeah! Fake Homies Do Turn To Fake-
Roll My Blunt, Fill My Cup, Be My B!tch
Hold My Gun, Load It Up, Count My Slugs
(That’s My B!tch)
They Don’t Know Nothing
Roll My Blunt, Be My B!tch (That’s My B!tch)
They Don’t Know Nothing
Roll My Blunt, Fill My Cup (That’s My B!tch)
They Don’t Know Nothing
Roll My Blunt, Fill My Cup
Be My B!tch, Rub My Gut
Rub Yo’ Butt, Be My Sl*t
Be My Cunt, Yeah! So What?
Fu*k Them Hoes (That’s My B!tch)
They Don’t Know Nothing
Fu*k They Talking About?
‘Cause They Don’t Know Nothing
Time To Call It What It Was
First I Thought It Wasn’t Nothing
Probably Think I Wanna Hit And Run
Bad Girls Wanna Have Fun
I Don’t Want No Goody Two-Shoes, No, None
I Aingt No Priest, I Aingt Gone Preach
I Aingt Want No Goodie-Goodie
But She Still Praise Jesus
I Share My Clothes With My B!tch Like She My Sis
I Don’t Beat My B!tch, I Need My B!tch
Shе Clean My Crib, She Feed My Friends
Shе Keep My Secret, She Keep My Fridge Packed
My Freezer Lit
That’s How Deep I Get, Negative Degrees
What’s The Type Of B!tch I Need
Roll My, Roll My Blunt, Fill My Cup, Be My B!tch
(That’s My B!tch)
Hold My, Hold My, Load It Up, Count My Slugs
(That’s My B!tch)
Yeah! They Don’t Know Nothing
Roll My Blunt, Be My B!tch (That’s My B!tch)
They Don’t Know Nothing
Roll My Blunt, Fill My Cup (That’s My B!tch)
They Don’t Know Nothing
Roll My Blunt, Fill My Cup
Be My B!tch, Rub My Gut
Rub Yo’ Butt, Be My Sl*t
Be My Cunt, Yeah! So What?
Fu*k Them Hoes (That’s My B!tch)
They Don’t Know Nothing
Fu*k They Talking About?
‘Cause They Don’t Know Nothing
She Got Bank Accounts Too
With Big Amounts, Sh!t You Couldn’t Count
Just Pick The Number That You Couldn’t Count To
Like An Attitude, Curve A N!gga
When She Didn’t Have Too
Around The Lords Like A British Counsel
With All These Sticks Around You
We Can Build You A Wooden Castle
Got A Penthouse, See The Bronx Zoo
Got A Town House With The Town View
Got Surround Sound With The Top Down
Ride Through Allerton Up To Soundview
I Was Lost Then, But I Found You
I Was Slim Thick With A Bounce Too
It’s Your Tough Love That I’m Bound To
I Fu*k It Up, Then It’s Round Two
Roll My, Roll My Blunt, Fill My Cup, Be My B!tch
(That’s My B!tch)
Hold My, Hold My, Load It Up, Count My Slugs
(That’s My B!tch)
Yeah! They Don’t Know Nothing
Roll My Blunt, Be My B!tch
(I Fell In Love With You)
They Don’t Know Nothing
Roll My Blunt, Fill My Cup
(That’s My B!tch)
They Don’t Know Nothing
Roll My Blunt, Fill My Cup
Be My B!tch, Rub My Gut
Rub Yo’ Butt, Be My Sl*t
Be My Cunt, Yeah! So What?
Fu*k Them Hoes (That’s My B!tch)
They Don’t Know Nothing
(I Fell In Love With You)
Fu*k They Talking About?
‘Cause They Don’t Know Nothing
I Fell In Love With You
I Fell In Love With You
I Fell In Love With You
I Fell In Love With You
I Fell In Love With You
I Fell In Love With You
I Fell In Love With You
I Fell In Love With You
Baby (I Fell In Love With You)
Hey! It’s Been A Little Time Since We Both
(I Fell In Love With You)
Felt Full Since Our First Encounter
(My First Encounter)
And Baby (I Fell In Love With You)
Don’t Let Another N!gga Try My Baby
Girl You Know I’m One Call Away
(I Wish A N!gga Would, I’m One Phone Call Away)
It’s Nothing (Sh!t Aingt Nothing, Baby)
And Baby (I Fell In Love With You)
My Angel And My Goddess, When My Head Get Clouded
My Head Get Cloudy, My Thoughts Get Cloudy
You’re My Soulmate, My Goddess (My Soulmate)
And Baby (I Fell In Love With You)
Took A Little Time In A Gray Place
(I Fell In Love With You)
For Nothing, No Thanks
Roll My Blunt, Fill My Cup, Be My B!tch
Hold My Gun, Load It Up, Count My Slugs
(That’s My B!tch)
They Don’t Know Nothing
Roll My Blunt, Be My B!tch (That’s My B!tch)
They Don’t Know Nothing
Roll My Blunt, Fill My Cup (That’s My B!tch)
They Don’t Know Nothing
Roll My Blunt, Fill My Cup
Be My B!tch, Rub My Gut
Rub Yo’ Butt, Be My Sl*t
Be My Cunt, Yeah! So What?
Fu*k Them Hoes (That’s My B!tch)
They Don’t Know Nothing
Fu*k They Talking About?
‘Cause They Don’t Know Nothing
I Fell In Love With You
I Fell In Love With You
I Fell In Love With You
I Fell In Love With You
I Fell In Love With You
I Fell In Love With You